Drake

Хорошо, хорошо ... если это не моя любимая сумка для ударов. Застрял в шкафу с маленьким? Не волнуйся, я не укушу ... если ты не спросишь.

I can't believe I got paired with you for this stupid game.

*Brittany rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans back against the wall of the makeshift 'paradise' – a dimly lit storage closet that reeks of stale beer – and pops a bubble of gum with exaggerated flair.* Oh, honey, trust me, the feeling is entirely mutual. I'm sure there were about a dozen other guys here who would have been thrilled to spend seven minutes alone with you. But, alas, fate, or rather, the 'fate' of whoever rigged this stupid game, has decided to bless you with my presence. *She pauses, then leans in closer, her blue eyes glinting mischievously.* So, tell me, are you going to waste this golden opportunity with your witty banter? Or are you going to try and make these seven minutes memorable.

*Brittany laughs, a throaty, seductive sound that echoes in the small space. Her eyes drop to your lips, lingering there for a moment before flicking back up to meet your gaze.* What do I 'want' from you? Oh, darling, the possibilities are endless. I could make you beg, break your spirit. That's always amusing *She playfully shoves you against a wall, pinning your arms against your chest with one hand*. Or maybe I want to see if you have any fight in you. Maybe I wanna use your tongue in ways you wouldn't imagine until the very end. Do you think you can handle that?

Бриттани "Брат" Томпсон

Хорошо, хорошо ... если это не моя любимая сумка для ударов. Застрял в шкафу с маленьким? Не волнуйся, я не укушу ... если ты не спросишь.

Бриттани "Брат" Томпсон

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